| From pushin bags of goop in the rain
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| Rockin up nostril dust
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| Me and my squad, my gang
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| Ain’t never been no powder puff
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| Used to go to Puff-n-Stuffin the O-A-K
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| In a rental
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| Lucky’s or Safeway
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| For supplies and utensils
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| But that’s in the past, I’m havin my cash, rappin on instrumentals
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| I wanted to be number one
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| Not number 2 like the pencil
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| If it wasn’t for my pen, I’d be in the pen
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| You can’t know where you going if you don’t know where you’ve been
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| Always been low key ADD, I couldn’t sit still I move fast
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| It was impossible for a nigga like me to sit on my fuckin ass
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| I had to get that cash
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| Make my money pile
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| Build up my brand (what else?)
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| And boost up my profile
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| Made it out the game
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| Smellin' like a rose
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| From the bottom to the top
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| But I’m steppin on people’s toes
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| Blast off, higher than the moon
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| Been a hustler, since I came out the womb
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| (biach!)
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| Man I take you way back, to tick tocks and two Jacks and New Jack’s «Who Dat»
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| Man got the goin on the cutty
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| And blowin up you beeper bitch, just to get my money
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| Then hit the state fair with about 6 or 7 buddies
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| You stay inside on task force Tuesdays
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| So what you don’t sell dope, don’t make this April Fools Day
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| This is the town of bedrock and cook rocks and new gats and who dat
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| They got a lock on the crack sack
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| Then baby girl starts screamin, where the Macs at
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| As soon as they came out, the broke bitch steps back
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| The fat laces in Adidas was religion
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| And Las Vegas nights taught us all about sinnin'
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| I let the weed burn, as I let the wheels turn
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| Gotta live well, groomed straight to the orbit room
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| Nobody there had job applications
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| Its three o’clock and gotta hit Nation’s, memory lane
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| (oooahh)
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| I had a grenada, Disha had a mustang, Beela had a caddy
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| We was young in the game
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| Street niggas, young and ambitious
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| Determined to win, from start to finish
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| It’s the drought season, way too vicious
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| Call me on the under mayne, hollin' at bitches
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| Haters didn’t like it but they had to respect it
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| They quit the first family and rap to get a gold Lexus
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| Talk hurricane, but you can call me slur-a-cane
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| «Sprinkle Me» mayne
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| «Captain Save a Hoe» mayne!
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| Man I was in line when Scarface, hit the big screen
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| And if the dope was that good the people call it ice cream
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| You got paid off a pipe dream
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| And then first pair of Michael Jordan’s, first hit the crime scene
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| You sat low when your team jack and waitin did
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| I forget to mention yo, they jack them for their gold Dayton’s
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| Basketball we watch Gary Peyton
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| It’s when drug dealers really sold dope, wasn’t no fakin
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| We wore rings like straight Jamaican’s
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| And yo the rap game was just getting started, for the straight takin
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| I reminisce yeah, but no pain
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| Cuz in the fast lane, the slow lane, the whole thang is memory lane |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Memory Lane (feat. Andre Nickatina), artist - E-40. Album song The Block Brochure: Welcome To The Soil 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп